Gravity

I can't. I hate gravity. It imcapacitates you. Don't you understand? It's gravity. He's gravity. I can't fight against it. It's impossible.

Since my family is retarded and lost the freaking tape, I tried to glue my binder back together...which didn't work. Luckily, I found a binder from last semester which is in good enough shape to use until the end of this semester. Of course my dividers had to be sacrficed to AP Comp so it's just a mess.

But I did find the beginning of a story I wrote last year in chemistry. I read over it, some of it is pretty bad but I like parts of it. I think it has potential...if I had the time to do anything with it. I don't really have any classes where I can write without the teacher getting mad at me. I can in psychology but K sits next to me and I hate trying to explain writing to other people. She had noticed me writing before. What are you doing?
Dude what the fuck does it look like I'm doing? The same scenario since I was eight and started carrying around notebooks and paper to write in. People just don't get it.
Oh are you doing homework?
No.
What are you doing?
They just don't get it.

Reading is almost inconcieveable. But actually writing? Unheard of.

Hence, I won't write anymore if people are too close by. That and they always want to read it. They actually expect me to hand over a rough copy for them to read. I'm sorry but I'm too faint hearted for that. Most of the time it's not even a rough-it's a first draft. I do first drafts, rough drafts, second drafts and then typed drafts which is subjected to minor corrections from time to time. First drafts are horrid. They are outlines with more detail. People want to read that?

When they do...then they hand it back and tell me it's good. Which then leads me to wonder if they are outright lying to me or are just so uneducated that they don't know what good is.